|Is This Real? pt.II|
Jaymz gets into the Tahoe and drives to the south side of the city...The farther he goes the buildings are not as tall and well built as the new ones...Some had boarded up windows where lower income businesses resided in, those people trying to make a living...The streets were older and filled with pot-holes, Jaymz slowed the Tahoe down and swerved to avoid running over a few of them. Jaymz took at right at the corner, parked the Tahoe on the side of the street and stepped out...The wind had picked up some as the sun cast a bright orange glow as it started to fade down over the horizon. There were very few people out on the streets this evening as Jaymz surveyed the area....The last few buildings on this street were all empty, the people leaving because of the surrounding areas decapitating condition...The sides of the buildings backing into the alley were covered in graffiti, trash lay scattered in the alleys and we see a homeless man sleeping next to a cardboard box...Jaymz stopped to look at the man for a moment before continuing his way down the street as it gave way to lower income houses in a very bad neighborhood...His long hair hung down in his face, he held his head low avoiding any eye contact with passerbys...They looked at him though as he wore his long black leather coat that hung to the ground slowly making his way down the street....Jaymz heard the noises of a car coming from behind him, not the sound of an engine but the sounds of someones bass coming from the speakers stuffed inside of their trunk. The pounding of the bass came closer, Jaymz curious, looked out of the corner of his eye and the car came by...It was a shiny metallic green Cadillac with giant chrome rims that shone in the fading sunlight..Jaymz saw the driver, slumped down in his seat we can see it was a black man with a large puff of hair and a comb in the back of his head...He noticed Jaymz looking out of the corner of his eye, this was his neighborhood and he didn't know this strange large man....The Caddy slowed to a crawl, Jaymz pace..Jaymz knew the man was following right next to him but refused to give him any attention whatsoever. The man didn't turn his radio down but Jaymz could hear the man yelling something at him, but he still payed no attention...The man floored the gas pedal and took off ahead, he turned the wheel sharp and drove the Caddy up onto the sidewalk, halfway into someones front yard where two little Mexican kids were playing....
In a child's mind they saw the car coming for them and went screaming into the house, getting away from the car that tryed to run them down..The black man slammed the brakes on and opened his driver door, he came around to the other side of the car to meet Jaymz as he was coming down the sidewalk...Jaymz never looked up, he knew there was no real danger here even though the man was advancing towards him...He wore a Atlanta Falcons Jersey and shorts that hung down almost to his ankles...Jaymz veered off of the sidewalk to go around the Caddy when the man cut him off and pushed him in the chest...The black man was going on and on for Jaymz to get out of his neighborhood...It didn't seem to bother him that Jaymz was over seven feet tall, this man was confident in himself...His mistake was to touch Jaymz and thats exactly what he did..He pushed Jaymz in the chest, expecting the large man to take a step back when he did but Jaymz never moved...He raised his head and an emotionless face came into view. The black man at this point realized that he might have made a mistake, he took a few steps back and went back around to the driver side of the car as Jaymz stood there looking at him. The man got on his cell phone, dialed a number and as soon as he got on the phone Jaymz snatched it, crumpled it in his fist and let the broken pieces of plastic and wires fall to the ground. The man reached into his car and pulled out a knife, Jaymz cocked his head to the side with a slight grin...Jaymz let the jacket slide off of his shoulders and threw his shirt off....And there we see that the tattoos on Jaymz' arms didn't stop there, they covered his entire torso with the terrible images of Hell and Demons. The black man swung the knife at Jaymz and sliced him in the torso...Jaymz didn't even look shocked, he never even moved and the slight evil grin stayed on his face...Blood began to trickle out, black blood...Thick like tar and the black mans eyes opened wide as the saw the sight...He took a few steps back with wide eyes wondering what in the hell is wrong with this man...He knew that this man was not normal, he threw the knife down and ran back to the Caddy, closing the driver side door and putting it in reverse..He slammed on the gas petal and the car started to reverse but Jaymz reached inside, grabbed the man by his puffy hair and pulled him out of the window slamming him onto the concrete...He tried to scramble away, tried to get to the house where the little Mexican kids were playing but Jaymz was quick to slam his foot into the mans face breaking his nose.
Jaymz' breathing picked up and his eyes seemed as if they started to cloud up...The man screamed in pain and once again attempted to make his way to the house; as if that was somehow going to protect him. Jaymz's cloudy eyes continued to change color untill they turned pitch black...A black to black that the man could see himself in those evil eyes...The man began to scream and try even harder to get away as he noticed that the Tattoos that covered Jaymz' body seem to come alive...The moved across his skin, the demon and wraiths eyes watching the black man as he scrambled away...Jaymz advanced on the man getting closer with each step...He stopped and a small laugh came from his mouth. The black man was confused, he sat up on the grass not understanding what was going on...His mind began to spin as he wasn't sure he was seeing what was really going on. The black eyes glared down at the man and he suddenly came back to reality that, yes, this really was happening..Suddenly all the grass in the front yard began to turn yellow, wither and die from the outside working its way in..The man was in the middle of the yard, he saw that the grass was dieing all around him and working towards the center of the yard...Slowly one by one each blade of grass died making its way closer to the man..He got off his knees and ran for the front porch..He ran across the grass that was still alive making his way to the oncoming dead grass to get to the house...As he stepped off the living grass and onto the dead grass, he screamed....He reversed his way back to the live grass and we can see that instantly the dead grass melted the bottom of his shoes leaving streaks and burning chunks of rubber in the yard...He was trapped and the yellow dead grass made its way closer to him....He screamed, tears began to roll down his cheeks and the whole time Jaymz stood there with the evil grin on his face...Those black eyes, those images of hell moving across his body...The dead grass made its way to the man, he was trapped and had no place to go...He jumped all over the yard, smoke coming from his feet, screaming as loud as he could..Then he suddenly stopped, his body became tense, his head flopped back and his arms stretched outright with all fingers extended...Bubbliing saliva came from his mouth, his eyes popped from their sockets, his hair started to melt and the stench of the burning hair could be smelt all the way down the street...The man then fell into the dead grass,his skin bubbling and popping as he body burned away...
Jaymz looked up at the house and saw the curtains fly back to the windows, he knew they were watching...Jaymz, with no problem at all, walked across the yard up the porch and to the front door of the small house. He kicked the door in, heard screams of children and saw more movement from the back side of the house..He came around the kitchen and a gun shot went off..Jaymz quickly turned his back to the wall avoiding the entryway down the hall...He waited in the silent house for a moment, then heard footsteps coming up the hall...Jaymz knew they were close and with surprising quickness jumped out from around the corner, grabbed the gun from the short Mexican man and slammed the barrel into his head...The man fell unconscious to the floor...Jaymz stood in the hall way and heard the small children crying from the back...He went that way and opened the closet door; there they were...A fat lady, two small kids and one older...He looked to be about twenty and looked just like his unconscious father...He said something in Spanish and launched himself at the living Sin with the black eyes. He grabbed Jaymz around the waist but was no contest for the big man at all. He peeled the boy off of him, grabbed him by the neck and held him up face to face...The boy had anger in his eyes and he spit in Jaymz' face...He took his other hand and wiped the spit off, took that same hand and grabbed the boys jaw with it...He screamed as a popping sound came from his mouth..Jaymz squeezed the boys jaw tighter as it shattered in every place possible. He slammed the boy to the ground, got down close to the boy and whispered something to him...It was faint but we could hear something about Lucifer and Fire...The boy shook his head "no" as he looked into the pitch black eyes of Jaymz...He started to cry as Jaymz punched out the bedroom window and glass fell to the floor...He picked up a sharp piece, held the boys head back tensing every muscle in his neck..He took the glass and stuck it in the boys neck, the woman in the closet screamed as she watched her oldest son die. Jaymz inserted the glass, slowly slid it across the boys neck as blood spilled all over the carpet. Jaymz reached down and touched blood with the palm of his hand, and instantly the blood lit up in blue flames like it was gas spreading to the boys body igniting the corpse. Jaymz never looking at the woman and the two small children turned and left the room...He came back down the hallway, picked up the unconscious man and threw him over his shoulder..He came out of the house, the sun now gone and shades of night creep in to take away the light, made his way back to the top of the street where he parked the Tahoe. He threw the man in the passenger seat and slammed the door..Jaymz started up the Tahoe and put it in drive...
...Death...Death comes at an time, you know its going to happen but you just never know when that time is going to be...Look at this man, do you think he expected Detach to come knocking at his door when he got up this morning? Do you think that while he sat down to drink his coffee and read his newspaper this morning that this Living Sin was going to come knocking at his fuckin door and bring him the worst day of his life? I chose this man to be our living sacrifice for our first match in the New Era...This is the way that I live, this is the things that I believe....Tonight this man will die, he will be in confusion in what is going on, but he will be in pain..oh yes, I can guarantee that. The New Era refuses to take us as contenders and I laugh at that..I sit back and I see that they don't respect us, they underestimate us and they take us as fools....This will be the only time that this happens because in a few short days everyone here will see the pain that we bring and the force that we will be..You will know who we are, you will understand that we are better than the rest of you and those are facts that you will have to accept....We are here to stay, we are here to dominate and destroy every single one of you....One thing that I notice is that here in the New Era most of you seem to be more concerned with what is going on inside your personal life than how this match is going to be. I sit here and watch all of these promos and most of them put me to sleep...I keep waiting for you guys to say something about the match but mostly its a bunch of bullshit that nobody cares about...Espically all these people Cosmic runs with, can you go about three minutes without making a sexual reference to anything? Your like a small child that someone let loose with a camera, how does a guy like you have friends anyway...
You remind me of that annoying little kid that lived around the corner from me when I was a kid...He was about two years younger than me and I couldn't stand that kid...He was always running around just saying stupid things over and over and over....I wanted to kill myself, but the easier way was to just kill him....I cant wait until we get into the ring Cosmic...For one, I need my Fix. I need someone to hit me, I need to fell that pain to let me know that I'm alive..I crave the pain and I NEED it...Pain only hurts if you let it Cosmic. Second, the Thing inside of me has been stirring around and I need to feed the monster...Tonight held It down for a while, it will be satisfied for a day or two...But by the time we get into the ring it will be feeding time again and you will just happen to be in there with me and the rest of Zer0 Tolerance. I guess that you don't understand that here has to be some kind of team unity to win matches like this...Sure, sometimes people get lucky but this wont be one of those matches...Were not some pushovers like you think that we are...There has to be some kind of chemistry when your in the ring with a powerful group like us...You cant win this if you guys cant get along...Hell, I see that one of your partners hasn't even showed up this week...Ive been waiting for a promo from him but I have met to see one...Is the relationship between the four of you that bad? What is going to happen if one of you gets a little upset? You all going to start fighting each other? ...You sure as hell cant beat us when all of you are more worried about your egos than your health....Im glad that none of you take this seriously, it shall only make this more fun for us to make all of you the example of what we can do here. Maybe the other guys are afraid of you because of all the homo talk that you do in your promos? ...That would worry me if you were standing next to me on the ringside...
Do you friends tape up their assholes if they ever spend the night at your place? ...And check and see if its still there in the morning? I think that could be the problem, so if you try any of that silly shit with us in the ring you will have a price to pay....You sit there and joke about my name, but what the hell are you talking about with a name like "Kevin Cosmos?" Are you kidding me? It sounds like something that annoying little kid that I told you about would make up. Did you get that name out of a super hero magazine of something? I cant believe that you have the nerve to say something like that to me when you have a name that only a child could think up. I don't care how many time you say my name Kevin, it makes no difference to me...I don't need to feed my "ego" or anything like that. I don't fill my head with "how great I am" type of stuff like your kind does...You need that Kevin, you are the one that feeds off of things like that...not me. I think that after you step into the ring with Zer0 Tolerance you will see your true place...Dont be worried about the past Kevin, don't worry about what step-ladder you have climbed in the past because your in a whole new playground these days...No, you cant go any lower Kevin..this is as far away from the main event as it gets...but yet I find you here in a match with me? Hhmm...I guess that you will remain here because that its where we will leave you...There will be no ladders for you to climb Kevin because Zer0 Tolerance is always going to be here to drag you back down. Fight all you want, resist all you want but in the end it will all be the same...With you on the bottom and not a damn thing that you can do about it. Where you do have any room to talk about "what people will watch?" You don't need to worry about how the management is booking match's, maybe you should work on some interesting promos, something that "people will watch"....
Come on the air with something that will keep me entertained, ammuse us or something. You need to work on that and not worry about what matches are being booked. Basically, nobody's cares what match you are in except for the portion of homo's that watch wrestling. Am I suppost to be impressed that your a "former" champ? That means that you lost a title and you don't have it any more...Now is that really something to brag about? I don't brag about it but if you wanted, we could play the "former" game all day long, but what would that solve? Now, I was glad to see that this "Teen Idol" showed up...Who is he suppost to be? Justin Timberlake? Who wants to be a Teen Idol? Who wants a bunch of little kids running about them? A child molester is the only thing that I can think of. I see that you don't worry about anything other than your face getting messed up? Then you have alot to worry about Shane, don't sit back there and be unconcerned with us because thats what it seems like your doing to me...You don't understand Zer0 Tolerance and I guess that you really don't understand that you have a match this week. You think that you can come into that ring and push us over and you "hold the weight"...Yeah, the only weight you will be holding is the dead weight of your ass laying in the ring after we get finished with you. ...You know, they say that curses can be broken and I think we'll have one break in a few days...Keep rambling on about your face and how great you look...You might even take a picture, because is someone like Crazy J gets ahold of it you wont even recognize it after the match is over...You'll sit back in your dressing room, crying like a bitch at the sight of your face...I assume that you wont even go in public for a few days with as bad as your mug will look....What girl would want to be with you then? So go chase all the little school girls you can while you still have that "pretty face", Child Idol.
I think its sick that little children are you thing, but whatever gets you through the day I guess....Now you say that Zer0 Tolerance doesn't matter, but if thats the case then why are you here? If we don't matter to you then why are you willing to come stand in the ring and have your ass handed to you by Zer0 Tolerance? Why put your life in danger for things that don't mean anything to you, I really don't understand that at all...So could you clear that up for me a little bit? Of are you too busy doing autograph signing sessions at pre-schools this week? showing off at Day Care centers? Stalking children at Elementary schools? Really, I do need you to explain to me why you need children to satisfy your ego? Are you going to give me some big sob story about your childhood and how terrible it was for you? About how your parents beat you and now they are both dead? Was your life tragic and hard? Did you cry at night as a small child? ..I bet you did, you and every other wannabe wrestler who claims a hard childhood...Nobodys life if easy, but when your molesting little children I bet its interesting..yet disturbing. Oh boo-hoo, so what if we choose to kill people and such things? What concern is that of yours? We don't have an attorney so you can go talk to whoever you would like but nothing is going to change. We do what we want to do and who is going to stop us? Ive got this guy right here in my Tahoe and Ive already told you that I am going to kill him but what are you going to do? Does it bother you that we do these things? ...I hope not because this is something like a daily part of my life, this is something that I like to do and I will continue until the day that my flesh rots away from this world. How do you expect to win when your not even prepared for this match? If this match does not matter to you then your better off not even showing up because mentally and physically we will take everything out of you.
Your awfully full of yourself to think that you can carry this match by yourself, and I would love to see you try...I know, and my friends know that it wouldn't happen...I guess that you will just have to figure that out the hard way and if thats the road that you choose to take, then so be it. Your future isn't looking so bright Shane and that is nobody's fault but your own...So after this match don't go around blaming other people other than yourself...Its nobody's Else's fault that you chose not to prepare for this match and to get beat down...I will enjoy taking you out I can guarantee that...You may not like it, most people dont...But you are the one that sealed your own fate and you will have to live with that for the rest of your life. Now, this Rage guy....Hes the only one that seems to have some common sense. At least he acknowledges that his partners are more worried about their personal life's and taking care of personal business than their careers...Its too bad for you Rage, it seems that your the only one that gives a shit about this match...Unfotunatly its not a match that you can win...I know that you think your great and all that other stuff but that means nothing to me. Darkness, Black, J and myself didn't have to team together Rage...You see, were some of the best in the business and we don't have to make each other look better..thats not what we are about. He could have come here by our selfs as singles and still dominated this place...We don't have to feed off of each other to look good...We know our own abilities, our own strengths and weaknesses and we each have our own goals...See, we come here as a group to dominate. Why? Because we can. Because we trust each other and were capable of working as a group...I will admit that I am somewhat of a loner but we've been together for a long time and we know each other like nobody else does.
There is nobody here that can work as a team like we do, no where in the wrestling world is there a group that can work together so efficiently as we are able to. Rage, we have different views on things, things that we could never come to term on. You don't need to worry yourself with the things that we do in our spare time...Dont concern yourself with our lifestyles and how we live. Do you have a problem with the things that I do? Does it bother you that I enjoy watching blood squirt from someones neck? Does it bother you that I like seeing someones roll back into their head as they die? Does it bother you that I enjoy snapping someones bones and listening to them scream? You may not like that, and you may not want to live your life that way and that is fine by me. But don't concern yourself with the things that we do unless it directly involves you, which is hasn't. Amateur? You call us amateurs? I wont speak on my friends behalf's on this, but Ive been in this business longer than you have been around...Ive been laying people to rest in the ring since you were a child and you have the nerve to come out here and tell me that I'm an amateur? What the hell is wrong with you? Then you want to go off and play the "Ive won this many Titles game." ....Now, thats kinda immature don't you think? So it takes some nerve for you to call us immature when thats what your doing. I'm not going to play the "Ive won this many Titles game" with you for one reason: I have more. I don't need to recite all of them for you to make me feel better...Ive won more Titles, better Titles against tougher competition that you have ever seen...I used to be in a promotion where went from one fed to another taking on their best wrestlers and I only lost one of those matchs...and watching old footage of your guys around here it seems that nobody can compare to the competition that I have faced in the past...that includes you Rage...You are nothing, and you will always be nothing. You have never faced the talents that we have, you don't know the power that we have and the things that we can do to you...You sit there and go on and on about me being from the streets, jumping from one federation to another but all that does is just show me how stupid that you really are...It shows me that you know nothing about us and where we came from...So why come out here on TV and make yourself look like a fool? You look even more like a fool by coming out here and telling us that you are going to give us the "Death Penalty"...I laugh at you Rage, because one day I will die but it wont be at your hands...Rage you wont even know what hit you when we get into the ring...Ooohhh, am I suppost to be impressed that you flipped me off? Wow, you can stick up your middle finger! I might just break that fucker right off your hand so you cant do stupid things like that anymore.
Jaymz turns back into the driveway of the large house that Zaslaw has purchased...By this time the sky has gone black and night has taken full effect. Jaymz pulls into the drive, turns off the Tahoe and steps out..He comes to the passenger side, opens the door and sees that he man is beginning to come back to conciousness..Jaymz slams his head into the side of the Tahoe knocking him out again...Jaymz tosses him over his shoulder and walks into the house..He opens the door and siting there is Erik Black and Zaslaw
Zaslaw: Jaymz, what in the hell....?
Black: Well now I cant say that I'm surprised at this sight....
Darkness and Crazy J come from around the corner as they hear someone has come in
Darkness: Ah, now I know what we have here...Looks like Jaymz has brought a sacrifice for us. Old rituals, suppost to bring good luck...So some people think. So what are we going to do with him Jaymz
Jaymz: Well, lets go out back and I will show you
Jaymz walks to the back of the house as the four men follow him..They walk out the back into the clear night...Jaymz takes the man and tosses him down on the concrete...
Crazy J: Is this one of the guys that Cosmic raped? ...I wouldn't be surprised. Wait until I get my hands on that guy, He'll see what Crazy Core is all about..
Zaslaw: Easy J, in a few days that will happen...Just do me a favor and hold back until then
Crazy J: Damnit Zaslaw, what am I suppost to do until then
Black: ..What is Jaymz doing with this old fool?
Jaymz knelt down to the man, pulled a knife out of his back pocket and started to carve something on the mans head...Blood trickled down his face and as the cameraman panned in we see that its a pentagram...Jaymz' eyes go cloudy then turn to pitch black..He hold his head back, closes his eyes and holds him head back..He mutters something unintelligible, the lights on the back of the house brighten then shatter..The four men jump as the glass shatters, then turn around to see that all the outside light fixtures have blown and are now burning with blue flames that dance in the night...The cameraman then looks back down at the man...His body begins to shake, then his skin moves...Moves and begins to bubble in places...more bubbles form under his skin and they seem to more...The become bigger and one of them pops..A black sticky substance ruptures from the bubble and pour down his skin..as if does it seems to rot away every inch of skin it touches...Moments later all the bubbles begin to pop one by one, oozing out the black stubstance and hisses as it burns through the mans skin....A few moments go by and nothing remains of the man but the black substance that seems to be disappearing as there is nothing left for it to feed off of...
Black: Man..that really sticks.
Darkness: but the deed has been done, and now it is time for Zer0 Tolerance to show the New Era what we are all about. Its time to show them that the Darkness always consumes the light
Zaslaw: You all know what you must do. The time is now and its time for us to reclaim our place in this world...You all have a challenge ahead of you this week...You must step up and take what is ours.
Black: They cant take down the K I D, and trust me I will see to it that they wont.
Crazy J: Its time this place learned what "Crazy" is all about...These people have no idea at all of the blood and pain that I can bring....Just a few short days
Jaymz: The sacrifice has been made and its all clear running for Zer0 Tolerance....Prepare to dominate
Zaslaw: ...Because once it hits Zer0, its to late....
The scene fades to black as the five men stand out in the dark night under the blue shade of the blowing flames.